[Enjolras was confined, and knows nothing beyond his own arrest and sale. He understand though, that she knows. The blood seems to drain from his cheeks, leaving him pallid, and he straightens his shoulders.]

Do not put yourself at risk on my behalf. I am safe, for now.

Do you think that whatever brought us here as taken us home? I will pray for him. [He sighs. The feeling of helplessness makes his shoulders tense, and his jaw clench.]

I was not given a choice whether I went, or stayed, or waited. I was simply... taken. I cannot trust anyone, not at the present. The less you know the safer you are, I think.